"Great Officer Meng, we will miss you."
"Yeah, Great Officer Meng, without you, it really feels like something's missing in our camp."
A few Supervisor Guards stood at the door watching him pack his things.
Meng Xinian packed up his things, stood up, glanced at them, and said casually, "Alright, what do you want?"
These rascals, did they really think he believed they were reluctant to see him go?
Just last night, the cafeteria erupted with cheers when they found out he was leaving—who were those cheers coming from?
One of the Supervisor Guards grinned and said, "Officer, we really don't want you to leave, which is why we all came to ask you for something to keep as a memento."
Meng Xinian raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh? The last few guys asked for pork floss as a memento. What do you guys want?"
"What? The pork floss is gone?" The few Supervisor Guards exchanged glances, feeling a bit regretful.
"If only we had come sooner!"
